Genuinely can’t believe how quickly I’m writing another one of these weekly updates… I know I pretty much start every weekly update like this, but it’s because it flabbergasts me every time! If time continues to speed by like this, Pickle will be here before we know it. I’m sure I’ve said this before as well but I really simultaneously want time to speed up and slow down. I’m so eager for Pickle to be here but at the same time, I also want to make the most of the limited time it’s just going to be LPD and I for. Make the most of lie-ins. Make the most of going out. Make the most of selfishly, putting my needs first.

That’s normal, right?

Baby Bump 22 Weeks

Pickle is definitely growing!

Pickle is the size of… a water bottle. Or a papaya or spaghetti squash (what on earth is a spaghetti squash?! Is that same as butternut squash? So confused). I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a real-life papaya either so the water bottle analogy is fitting the best with me this week.

I’m feeling… tired. No, not tired, knackered. It’s been a week of very boring early nights this week but my goodness have I enjoyed the time spent in bed! When I got home last night I could have gone straight to bed but managed to stay up long enough to eat some food and watch an episode of Planet Earth before taking a snooze on the sofa. I’ll tell you what, I can’t wait for someone to invent a teleportation device just to transport you from the sofa to bed. Having to heave yourself up off the sofa and take yourself to bed must be the single thing that raises my grumpiness levels the most.

I’m also feeling lots more kicks and wriggles. This has got to be the best part of being pregnant! I can’t wait to be able to better identify different movements and body parts as Pickle grows.

I’m craving… anything sweet. Again, not sure if this is an actual pregnancy craving or just me kidding myself in order to eat naughty things and justify it. But keep passing me the chocolate. Thanks.

Milkybar Goodies

White chocolate is my favourite at the moment… can you tell?

I’m worrying about… Staying healthy. This may be major guilt kicking in from all the aforementioned chocolate and sweets but I’m starting to get paranoid that my growing baby bump is in fact not much baby at all and mainly just a result of gorging myself on unhealthy snacks. Not helped by the fact that LPD is in his winter-cooking mode and seems to have lost all sense of appropriate portion size. You should have seen the dinner he cooked last night (I would have taken a photo but I’m a bit ashamed at how much food I ate!)… Pie, roast potatoes AND homemade chips, onion rings and a mountain of veg. Our plates were only just big enough. You know when you go to a carvery and self-serve yourself up a massive plate, piled high like a precarious game of Jenga? Yeah, that’s what our plates looked like yesterday.

It doesn’t help that I’ve not been regularly exercising so I’m just starting to feel a bit podgy. Hopefully starting antenatal yoga next week will help.

I’m missing… my usual energy levels! And I’m missing exciting nights out. This may be more to do with it being a VERY lean financial month after December (house move + Christmas = not a lot of money left) but I’m really craving a date night. Or a girls night out. Or some kind of exciting evening that doesn’t involve falling asleep on the sofa before 7.30pm. Of course, the kind of evening I’m imagining involves wine and an excuse to dress up, neither of which are particularly conducive to being pregnant!

Pretend-drinking wine Shloer

Tried to put some Shloer in a wine glass to fool myself whilst cooking the other night… Didn’t quite hit the spot.

Right, Week 23. Let’s be having you now, please.